It is not necessary to turn to that great master of the Spanish Golden Age, Calder贸n de la Barca, to realize that life and beauty are not, if not, part of that mirage that in reality, it could be said that it is that dream that we call life.
There is nothing so ephemeral, then, as that life whose beauty, after all and like the delicate petals of a flower, is destined to one day return to earth, in whose shady bosom it was forged.
Carpe Diem.
NOTICE: Both the text and the accompanying photographs are my exclusive intellectual property and therefore are subject to my Copyright.